Caroline's pov
“Peter,” I said slowly, my voice shaking with barely contained emotion as I stared him dead in the eyes, “you think being my husband still gives you the right to put your hands on me?”
His face twisted instantly. The brief mask of control shattered as rage flooded every feature. His eyes narrowed into dangerous slits, lips pulling back from his teeth in a snarl. Before I could move, his fingers clamped around my upper arm like a vice, squeezing so hard I gasped at the fresh burst of pain.
“She belongs to me,” he growled at the bodyguards, his voice loud and venomous, spittle flying. “All of you, f**k off! This is between me and my wife. You have no right to interfere in our marriage.”
I winced as his grip tightened, his nails digging into the same bruised spot from earl
